There's No I In Team (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Six

   Sometime later, Draco sat on one of the park benches with the mid-afternoon sun beaming pleasantly overhead and a mint Cornetto dripping gently down his fingers. "Blast," he said, and licked the cool ice cream off before it could find its way onto his trousers. Beside him, Harry chuckled.

"I don't know what you think is so funny," he said in a prickly tone, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You have chocolate on your chin."

Harry had gone for some ridiculously flamboyant Magnum that had several sickly layers to it, and was eating it sinfully slowly, licking and sucking at it in a way that made Draco need to cross his legs. But in that moment a look of horror crossed his face, and his hand flew up to wipe his chine. Only to come away clean.

"Made you look," said Draco wickedly, his eyes returning to Scorpius, who was scampering around the play fort with two other children, happily whooping and giggling without a care in the world.

"Git," said Harry, and slapped his thigh.

They finished their ice creams in comfortable silence, watching the toddlers play. Scorpius had wolfed down his Milky-Moo so fast Draco had worried he would get a headache, but he seemed fine now. Harry had let Scorpius win their little contest of course, and made a big fuss out of losing, but Draco could tell he was basking in the attention his son was lavishing on him.

"You said you have a godson?" he asked by way of staring up a new conversation. It was the first time they had been without Scorp as a buffer since before his interview, and he felt like something had shifted between them.

Harry nodded. "He's a few years older than Scorpius, seven or eight I think? He's the son of one of my dad's best friends." He leaned forward and linked his fingers together between his knees, his eyes following Scorpius as he dashed over to the little seesaw. "I love looking after him, I thought it would be terrifying at first."

"It is," Draco protested.

That got him a laugh. "Of course it is," Harry agreed. "You just get used to the terror, that's all."

Draco felt that was a very apt description of parenting.

"You know," Harry went on, a minor note of caution in his voice. "The girls in finance are going to be quite surprised by this little turn of events."

Draco frowned. "How do you mean?" He hadn't fooled himself that news of his son wouldn't fly through the company like wildfire, but Harry's tone made it seem somewhat salacious.

Harry allowed himself a conspiratorial smirk before he turned to look at Draco. "They're always trying to set you up," he said.

"Oh," said Draco, keeping his tone light despite the constriction in his throat. "Well, I am actually single."

"They keep trying to set you up with guys," Harry said meaningfully.

Draco digested that for a second. He might as well be honest he figured, though he wasn't exactly sure why he felt that necessity all of a sudden. "Well, um," he stumbled, then took another breath. "That doesn't bother me. I'm not really fussy in that way."

"You're bi?" Harry clarified.

Draco shrugged, and took a second to wave at Scorpius who was standing proudly at the top of the slide, demanding to be watched at he made his descent. "I guess. I don't really see it like that. I just...like who I like."

"Ahh," said Harry, stretching his arms and leaning luxuriously back against the bench, like a cat getting comfortable. "I believe the kids call that pan."

"What?"

"Pan," said Harry, sitting back up again and leaning into Draco. His instinct was to move away, but he didn't. He allowed himself to just enjoy a moment to himself for once, and gently breathed in Harry's cologne. "Pansexual, when you're not limited by gender. 'Hearts not parts' a friend of mine once described it as."

Draco considered him for a breath or two, their gaze easily resting on each other. "Huh," he said, feeling his mouth curl up on one side. "Yeah. Yeah, I like that. That sounds right."